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Happy anniversary to resistance is fruitful

I started this blog one year ago today.

What a difference a year can make.

After several years of self-imposed isolation–mostly due to the effects caused by being over-drugged by allopathic doctors–I started re-emerging as a participant in the world around me.

Blogging was a part of that.

I started blogging mostly for myself, thinking it would be a way to journal my personal experience.  That really hasn’t happened here, or at least not the way I imagined.  My experience with blogging at Open Salon turned sour when they commercialized that site, and though my personal blog gets far fewer “hits”, it feels good to be independent.

No doubt that I am still doing this for myself.  That others have discovered my writing and found value in it is just icing on the cake.

In the past year I have gotten to know several other AIDS questioners, many of them also dealing with health issues and a so-called “poz” diagnosis.  That has helped destroy the feeling of isolation I had been under for so long.

Because of this blog I reconnected with an old friend in my own community, Kansas City, whose personal experience also defies the AIDS paradigm.

I have also met others who live farther away, but thanks to the Internet, they are as accessible as though they lived next door.

This blog will soon move to my own domain.  I had hoped to have that done for this anniversary, but it is proving more complicated than I had hoped.  Blogging here at wordpress.com has been a great experience and I recommend them to anyone wanting to blog.  Having my own site will only increase my options for the future.

Meanwhile I have been collaborating online with other dissidents on a new project based on a vision of community and collaboration that will hopefully prove to be a valuable asset to the AIDS dissident community.

Stay tuned.  The best is yet to come!

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  • 97

    97. That’s my latest CD4+ count, less than half the count from six weeks ago.

    That’s it. I have tried as many alternative treatments as I can think of to reverse the decline. I will be starting my third round of pharmaceutical ARVs as soon as I can get a prescription and fill it.

    This decision has been a long time coming, and in hindsight, I probably should have restarted a few months ago. There’s nothing magical about 97, or being below 100, but it’s as good a breaking point as any. I’ve long argued that there are two things to keep in mind about CD4 counts: one is the long-term trend; the other is single- or low double-digit counts.

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    A whole year?! It’s hard to believe that it has been more than a year since I’ve written anything on my blog. I don’t even know how to begin to catch up. I blame Facebook, mostly. I’ve been addicted to the lightning-fast pace of information exchange there, and I’ve written hundreds, maybe even thousands of posts and…

  • Reduce AIDS drug toxicity and side effects

    I embarked on my third course of ARVs since 1998. For ten of the sixteen years I have been HIV-positive, I was able to manage well enough without ARVs and I continue to believe there is no reason for otherwise healthy HIV-positive—let alone negative—gay men to take these drugs. To those who want to wave a recent study about the benefits of early intervention in my face, I would ask them why they put so much faith in a science that has utterly failed us to date.

  • Retreat and Adventure — Midwest Men’s Festival

    When I received my HIV diagnosis in 1998, I withdrew from my community of gay men. I “went to ground”, thinking that isolation was the only safe place to avoid being criticized for seroconverting at such a late date, when we were all supposed to know better.

    This past week has been yet another bifurcation point in my life. I returned to a community I have known about, if not been a steady part of, for more than 30 years. A community of men whom I could touch and hug. Men whose tears might wet my face and whose body heat and life forces I could feel in ways that can only happen in person. It really did feel like coming home.

9 Comments

  1. I hadn’t realized it before, but you started your RIF blog the same day Christine died.

    …A fitting tribute — a soldier has fallen, but the battle rages on…

    — Gos

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